A Three-Thousand-Li Tribulation Domain Illuminates the Sky, One Sword Strike Slays a Twelfth Realm Cultivator
The Sixth Sword - Tribulation Domain!
It is based on the ninefold perfection of Ninefold Tribulation-Transcending, with the Ninefold Tribulation Armor as its shield, the Twelfth-Tier Divine Sword as its edge, and the origin of the Heavenly Dao and the Tribulation Dao as its cage.
The first five sword strikes were used to Heavenly Tribulation Slaying.
The sixth sword is a self-created heavenly calamity, capable of encircling and destroying entire regions.
With a single sword strike, one can instantly create a unique domain of tribulation. Within this domain, countless tribulations arise spontaneously, lightning and fire burn eternally, and annihilation never ceases.
Those who enter the domain face suppression by laws, shattering of their Dao foundation, and Calamity Annihilation.
This was no longer just swordsmanship, but a small world of destruction that belonged to him alone.
Chen Du raised his hand, grasping at the void.
The Twelfth-Tier Divine Sword in the sea of consciousness trembled slightly, and a barely perceptible wisp of Tribulation Domain sword intent quietly spread out, enveloping the entire bamboo courtyard.
The bamboo leaves trembled gently in the courtyard, which were free of wind. An invisible Calamity Qi rose and fell, yet it did not harm a single blade of grass or tree.
He acted on his impulses and immediately discerned the difference in strength between the two sides.
The first five sword techniques can be categorized as "swordplay for killing by cultivators".
After perfecting the sixth sword technique, he had already entered the first tier of killing and killing supernatural power.
If that powerful cultivator at the Twelfth Realm who was lying in ambush in the Withered Bones Gorge dared to come down the mountain and attack...
With just one sword strike, Tribulation Domain can be set up, locking away its movement, sealing its laws, and extinguishing its life force.
Chen Du gently exhaled a breath of fresh air.
Not a single bit of the Calamity Qi over 250,000 years was wasted; it was all transformed into the purest and most superior Calamity Sword Dao Fruit.
His cultivation level did not increase rapidly or violently, and his realm did not advance by leaps or bounds.
However, his foundation, reasoning, understanding of the way of killing, and comprehension of laws were genuinely several times more profound.
He remains at the Twelfth Realm.
But at this moment, when he faced ordinary Early Stage or Middle Stage Twelfth Realm, he was already crushing them with overwhelming force.
A gentle breeze blows outside the window, and the sunlight falls softly.
The danger lurks outside the mountains, and the mastermind behind the scenes remains ever-watchful; the deadly trap in the Withered Bones Gorge has not yet dissipated.
They thought that by setting a trap and luring him out of seclusion, they could crush the young prodigy in one fell swoop.
They didn't know.
That terrifying ambush, which was brewing a deadly calamity, not only failed to take his life, but instead exhausted everything to perfect his sixth sword technique.
Chen Du sat quietly in the bamboo courtyard, his expression calm.
The more someone plots to kill him, the more determined they are to kill him, and the more powerful they become.
The insights that Heaven's Way's Gift upon him are the deeper, more complete, and more terrifying.
He murmured to himself.
"Don't rush."
You take your time to plan, and I will slowly grow stronger.
Qingfeng Temple's bamboo courtyard remains quiet.
Beneath this tranquility, a young cultivator who had mastered the perfected Tribulation Domain Sword Dao had already taken complete form.
Moreover, not only that, he will definitely retaliate with swift and decisive measures.
Chen Du kept his eyes closed, but gently lifted his fingertips.
Within his sea of consciousness, the Twelfth Tier Dark-Gold Tribulation Sword trembled slightly, and a wisp of the Tribulation Domain Dao Resonance of the perfect sixth sword quietly overflowed.
The next moment--
Buzz!
The formless and intangible domain of tribulation broke through the shackles of the physical body, shattered the Qingfeng Temple Academy, traversed the void, and instantly covered three thousand miles of mountains and rivers!
This is the terrifying aspect of the Perfect Tribulation Domain.
No need to get close, no need to land, no need to build up momentum.
With a single thought, a domain arises spontaneously, illuminating the earth from afar.
Hundreds of miles north of Qingfeng Mountain lies the desolate and treacherous Withered Bones Gorge.
The canyon was filled with jagged, menacing rocks, and a biting wind swept through it. The entire area was deathly silent, devoid of birds or beasts, and the sound of the wind was utterly deafening.
Deep within the canyon, countless black-clad assassins concealed themselves underground, in rock crevices, and in dense forests, their presence completely sealed off.
In the shadows at the very center of the canyon, a cultivator clad in black robes, his face concealed beneath the black mist, sat quietly in meditation.
He was the mastermind behind this ambush—a powerful cultivator at the Early Stage of the Twelfth Realm, and he had been lying in wait here for three days.
Patiently wait for the fake letter to successfully lure the enemy, and wait for the young man from Qingfeng Temple to descend the mountain and step into this pre-prepared, certain death Earth-Extinction.
His eyes held indifference and contempt.
In his view, a sixteen-year-old boy, even if he has some strange methods, is still not very well-established.
As long as the opponent dares to step out of the mountain gate and into the Withered Bones Gorge, the myriad killing formations will immediately lock down the heavens and earth, and he will personally take action to suppress and kill them with a single palm strike, eliminating any future troubles.
But three days passed.
The goal has yet to be achieved.
The black-robed cultivator at the Twelfth Realm was growing impatient, his killing intent intensifying. He was about to send someone to investigate Qingfeng Temple's movements once more.
At that very moment, the sky over the entire Three Thousand Miles of Withered Bones Gorge suddenly darkened!
Boom!!
Boundless, dark golden clouds of tribulation fell from the heavens, covering the entire canyon sky.
It's not an unusual celestial phenomenon.
It is the Sword Tribulation Domain, reflected from afar!
The surging Calamity Qi was like a vast ocean, with countless intricate calamity patterns crisscrossing the sky and covering the entire world.
Every wisp of air carried the Daoist Dao Resonance of annihilation, and every inch of void was forcibly sealed by the laws of the Dao of Calamity.
All the assassins lying in ambush in the Withered Bones Gorge froze instantly, their blood congealed, their minds frozen, and their souls trembled uncontrollably, not daring to even breathe.
They looked up in terror, their eyes filled only with the dark golden Calamity Light, their minds on the verge of collapse.
What terrifying pressure this is!
In the center of the canyon, the black-robed cultivator at the Twelfth Realm suddenly trembled, and the black mist around him was instantly suppressed by the Tribulation Domain and dissipated inch by inch!
He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with a monstrous aura, and every hair on his body stood on end.
"What kind of power technique is that?!"
He had lived for tens of thousands of years, fought in all directions, and seen countless geniuses of the Twelfth Realm and sect masters, but he had never seen such a terrifying, pure, and perfect tribulation domain!
Wherever the domain falls, the laws of heaven and earth are forcibly rewritten.
He pushed his Twelfth Realms of cultivation to their limit, but all his spiritual power, Dao Resonance, and foundational techniques were completely suppressed and locked away by this Tribulation Domain that descended from afar!
His laws, before this Tribulation Domain, were like a stream flowing into the sea, instantly swallowed up, without even a ripple!
The scariest thing is--
This peerless Tribulation Domain, which suppressed the land for three hundred miles, saw no landing, no killing, and no fighting.
It was merely a wisp of sword intent's residual power, reflected from Qingfeng Mountain, three thousand miles away!
Three thousand miles!
A single thought can transcend mountains and rivers!
The black-robed cultivator's heart suddenly stopped, and an unprecedented chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!
He finally understood completely.
He wasn't ambushing a boy; he was courting his own destruction.
The opponent was not a junior who needed to be lured and killed. This was an extremely powerful genius hidden in Qingfeng Mountain, who had perfected the Tribulation Dao, controlled the World-Destroying Tribulation Domain, and could suppress mountains and rivers from a distance!
All the previous plans, calculations, ambushes, and the confidence to bully the weak have now become a joke!
Three thousand miles away, Qingfeng Bamboo Courtyard.
Chen Du remained seated by the window, his expression calm and his gaze serene.
He slightly tucked his fingertips in.
In this single sword strike, the powerful cultivator at the 12th realm was silently and completely annihilated.
The overwhelming tribulation clouds, the desolate Tribulation Domain, and the world-suppressing sword intent that had been pressing down on the three-thousand-mile -Withered Bones Gorge instantly receded and dissolved into the void, leaving no trace.
The astonishing phenomenon just now seemed as if it had never happened.
But Chen Du knew perfectly well what was going on.
In that instant, the Tribulation Domain that reflected the mountains and rivers was annihilated by the Twelfth Realm cultivator lurking in the shadows with a single sword strike.
It serves as a warning.
That's also a reply.
--Want to kill me?
You're not even qualified to lie in ambush.
The bamboo courtyard was serene and peaceful, yet the underlying dynamics outside the mountains had been overturned by his single thought.